Taylor Rosh Ha Ayin Whore ❤️❤️

About Jerusalem

Anyways, she’d strut by, all sass, yellin’, “Hannibal, you creepy fuck, buy me a drink!” I’d smirk—maybe I would, maybe I’d just imagine her liver instead. Ha! Whores, man—they’re the pulse of the gutter, the heartbeat of despair. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Children of Men*—gritty, raw, and fuckin’ unforgettable.

Kan-Kai sushi and Asian food moved to the hearts of the Yemenite neighborhood

After the protest, I’m feeling all sorts of ways. I decide to grab a bite at this little falafel joint on HaYarden St. Best falafel in town, no joke. I’m munching away, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m sitting there, trying to wipe it off, looking like a total mess.

Gantz hosts Abbas at his home, in PA leader’s first meeting in Israel in a decade